Lovesick.

XXIV. Love Is A Virus

ARIANA'S POV

I walk beside the arrogant douche, trying to think of how I could possible organize my thoughts enough to start this conversation.

"I don't have all day, y'know." He urges me, and I sigh, just deciding to say it.

"I don't know what I'm doing right now." I admit to him, and he rolls his eyes.

"You're gonna have to elaborate on that, Blondie."

"Can I ask you something seriously?"

"Fine, but don't start crying on me. I'm not good with emotional females." He informs me, and I start rethinking my decision of approaching him in the first place.

"Let's say, hypothetically speaking--" I begin, and he cuts me off.

"Why do people always say that when everyone knows that they're talking about themselves? So, you might as well just blurt it out, instead of speaking 'hypothetically.'" He tells me straight.

"Well, basically, there's this guy--" I continue, only to be cut off again by this motherfucker.

"Is it me?" He questions.

"No, dickhead. Now, can we focus on me for one second please?" I ask, then proceed with what I was saying before being so rudely interrupted. "This guy, he...... I feel like he turned on me. We were good, and then it just took a downward spiral. He's just screwed me over, and didn't even care. I thought we had something, but obviously not. What do I do?"

He ponders this for a second. "This guy doesn't sound like anyone I know." Oh, the irony.

"He's not." I lie right through my teeth, a poker face I obtained from my bitch of a mother. But we'll hear more about her later.

"Alright. Well, first off, is he like a friend or an old boyfriend?"

"A little bit of both, actually."

"How many times did you sleep with him?" Zayn asks nonchalantly.

"Zero." I state truthfully. Dryhumping technically doesn't count.

He gives me a look that tells me he doesn't believe me.

"So, he was a bit of a friend, bit of a boyfriend, he's got you all fucked up over him, and you didn't have sex? That's just stupid. I'd never go through that much drama with a girl unless I tapped it at least once, friend or not."

"You're disgusting." I grimace at him.

"Well, excuse me, Virgin Mary. Is it against the law for a guy to get some ass?"

I don't reply to his question, and continue our earlier conversation. "We had one moment, but that was it. He's really more of a friend."

"So..... you have a guy friend that you're all hung up on, and you still didn't fuck him?"

I roll my eyes at his ignorance at the moment. "Y'know, women can be friends with people with dicks and not hop on them."

"Point taken." He nods. "So you wouldn't hop on this?"

"I don't know. Are friends now?" I ask, and there's a moment of silence as we ponder this before we both burst into laughter at the mere thought of actual companionship between the two of us.

"That was funny." Zayn wipes at the tears of joy that formed in his eyes from his good laugh, then composing himself enough to form a coherent sentence. "But on a serious note, I think you're a softie."

I stop right in my tracks, snapping my head to face him so quickly I'm surprised I didn't break my neck. "Excuse you?"

"Well, you wanted my opinion. In my opinion, he only screwed you over because you let him. If you would've had a bit more of a backbone, you could've had him wrapped around your finger. But you let Harry tear you down constantly, and for what? Because you've got a little puppy love for him."